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Memento Mori: Poetry and Art by Cheryl Snell

By Cheryl Snell

Lyric narrative poetry with expressionistic artwork from the award-winning Snell sisters."This isn't really poetry in basic terms to beguile the imagination;"says author Rosy Cole. "it is adventure by way of very important proxy, jam-packed with pulse and texture and radiance."

This new severe version, together with Mark Musa’s vintage translation, presents scholars with a transparent, readable verse translation followed by means of ten leading edge interpretations of Dante’s masterpiece.

What do "self" and "it" have in universal? In Rae Armantrout's new poems, there isn't any inert substance. Self and it (word and particle) are ritual and rigmarole, song-and-dance and lengthy distance name into no matter what darkish subject may exist. How may possibly a self now not be egocentric? Armantrout accesses the strangeness of daily incidence with wit, sensuality, and an eye fixed alert to underlying trauma, as within the poem "Price Points" the place a guy conducts an imaginary orchestra yet "gets no issues for originality.

The best of the heroic epics to emerge from medieval Germany, the Nibelungenlied is a revenge saga of sweeping dimensions. It tells of the dragon-slayer Sivrit, and the mysterious nation of the Nibelungs with its helpful treasure-hoard guarded by way of dwarves and giants, of Prünhilt the Amazonian queen, fortune-telling water-sprites and a cloak of invisibility.

(Robert John) Wace (c. 1100 - c. 1174) used to be an Anglo-Norman poet, who used to be born in Jersey and taken up in mainland Normandy. Roman de Brut (c. 1155) used to be in line with the Historia Regum Britanniae of Geoffrey of Monmouth. Its recognition is defined via the hot accessibility to a much broader public of the Arthur legend in a vernacular language.

Carnations nod in a vase. She fingers the blown glass, its slender neck, the wet crystal lip and the room begins to hum 19 . 20 Qualities of Light The open-mouthed jar fills with light and brittle shadows. The lid is a tight fit— but this isn’t about escape, it’s about absence: bulbs blowing out, wings folding in on a lack. What I need is the stunned buzz of resurrection—lightning bugs stranded on cracked glass gravel, garden hose spraying small skeletons back to life, their sudden loft into night-blind air.

It’s smaller, and your sister is there on the other side of the screen, waiting to be told goodbye. It’s not as if you could hop on your bike and rush back to hug her, although that might enlarge the moment. Instead, the memory keeps shrinking, blinking off and on like fireflies she used to catch in a jar. Their pale light receded as you rode past your father watering the brittle grass full of the ends of other lives. Beyond that extinguished light, the memory of light; and behind that, the sound of your sister pushing through the screen, twisting open the jar.

22 Hindsight The thing about it is its size. It’s smaller, and your sister is there on the other side of the screen, waiting to be told goodbye. It’s not as if you could hop on your bike and rush back to hug her, although that might enlarge the moment. Instead, the memory keeps shrinking, blinking off and on like fireflies she used to catch in a jar. Their pale light receded as you rode past your father watering the brittle grass full of the ends of other lives. Beyond that extinguished light, the memory of light; and behind that, the sound of your sister pushing through the screen, twisting open the jar.